The day I met Dick I instantly knew four things. One, he was as handsome of a man as I had ever seen. Two, he was rich. Three, he was a dick. And four, he was *ahem* gifted.

In time I learned much more about him.

Things that would have made most women run in the other direction.

But I’m not most women. So, instead of running away, I ran in his direction.

But Dick didn’t have a place for a woman in his life. He was a bad boy. Not a wannabe bad boy that tried to act the part. Oh no, he was the real deal. Money. Guns. Fast cars. Cops always one step behind him…

On our first date, while in his Ferrari, we got into a high-speed chase with the police. But that was only the beginning.

From there, things only got better.

Or worse.

I guess that depends on who you are, and what you’re afraid of.

Me? I wasn’t afraid of Dick, his manner of living life, or his dickish ways.